Tsubasa Hime:

Chapter one: The nightmare that is my life. (V2)

Authors note: Hiya! Eh heh, if you haven't noticed from the new author's note, I'm rewriting this chapter, and the ones following it. Mostly because there were parts in the story I had not entirely thought out before writing the first few chapters, and there are a couple of contradictory elements. So, I'm trying to fix what I can while still retaining the same mood of the manga.

Also, because I realized I was using japanese for the sake of using japanese and the chapters were riddled with innaccuracies, you'll notice a lot of the japanese terms have been removed where necessary. I fully intend to leave the honorifics as-is, because they help you get a feel for Yuki's regard for other people and character relationships.

Anyway, make sure to reread the translations.

Please wish me luck!

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You know...Everyone has their quirks, imperfections, and problems...

...I hit the jackpot:

I'm unusually tall for my age, my unusually colored hair -it is orange, though I call myself a red-head- is utterly unmanageable: I can hardly even get it into a ponytail. As a seventeen year-old student at my highschool my hair gets me more than enough ridicule. I never can convince the teachers that it is my natural hair color. Stupid pricks.

I have purple, yes purple, eyes. I'm flat-chested and I have no butt to speak of.

I have never, succeeded in any sport in my entire life.

And that's just my physical problems.

Not only am I not particularly athletic, as I said before, but I'm not very smart and I'm a social mess.

I wouldn't say I'm anti-social... Oh wait... Yes I would.

Anyway, the popular girls have hated me since elementary school, that horrible place that pre-determines your social standing for the rest of your life.

I have no luck with guys. Seems to have something to do with my attitude and lack of feminine curves. Either I scare them or they don't find me attractive. Usually both.

I have had only one friend to speak of. She moved to the Osaka district a year ago to get away from the popular girls torture.

Teenage life in Japan isn't all manga and anime make it out to be.

It.Is.Hell.

Oh, but where are my manners? Oh that's right, I traded them for my attitude problem ten years ago.

Anyway.

My name is Yuki Hirotomi, and you are about to enter the nightmare that is my life.

Enjoy.

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"YUKI!" My mother shouted up the stairs,"WAKE UP AND GET DOWN HERE!"

I moaned groggilly as I sat up in my bed, I rubbed my eyes,"Patience is a virtue mother.."

Sure I didn't possess this particular virtue, but what did that matter?

"YUKI!"

"I'M GETTING READY MOTHER!"

I threw off my covers, I guess I should be thankful that my parents got me a western styled bed and I don't have to sleep on the floor every night, but being thankful takes up energy I don't have.

I grabbed the brush from my dresser/desk and yanked it through my mangled red hair.

OOOOOW! I shrieked in my head.

After I was done raking the hideous mane I call my hair, I removed my pajamas, put on that idiotic overly-complicated contraption called a bra, and changed into the ugly red and yellow creature they call a uniform.

Damn those floppy socks.

"YUKI! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

As I walked down the stairs I thought about how most people's parents were patient with their children, most people's parents didn't let their children stay up till 2:05 and wake them up at 7:00, most people's parents-

I noticed the empty table in the kitchen.

Most people's parents provide them breakfast in the morning.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day Mother. I thought to myself, taking a partially eaten riceball from the fridge and slowly consuming it.

"Yuki! Hurry up! You're going to be late!" The black haired woman with the anger problem that I called my mother shouted. I had to wonder where I got my unusual appearance from. I resembled neither of my parents- my mother had black hair and brown eyes, while my fathers hair was brown and his eyes were grey-blue. I never had asked them about it. I could only assume that I was adopted or I was some genetic anommally.

I didn't listen to her shouting, I was too busy sucking on a pickled plum to hear it.

I looked around the room, Hmph, looks like Father hasn't gotten back from his night job yet. And Mother is yelling at me? Jeeze.

"Yuki Hirotomi-" Mother started.

"I'm going! Jeeze..." I interrupted, slinging my navy blue backpack over my shoulder and slamming the door behind me.

Oh joy. I thought sarcastically as I looked up at the gray sky anc churning clouds, It's going to rain today.

I moaned in annoyance as the downpour started. Rain and I aren't the best of friends. Seriously. Rain makes me sick.

And get this, my house is eight blocks from the school.

Yay.

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The day was pretty uneventful: I sat on some gum in arithmatic and gagged on my boxed lunch, but it was pretty much your average annoying, boring, crappy day.

Then, it was time for the most dreaded hour of my horrible day;

GYM.

Yes, Gym, hell on earth for a whole hour. I felt the need to skip as I did so many times, but I decided; Hell,why not participate today? It's not as if my day could get any worse.

Well... It did.

We played dodge ball.

I swear, if the devil ever played any sport it was dodge ball.

I managed to escape certain death, or at least injury and embarrasment, for the first five minutes. Then Misato Satomi smacked me right in the face with the dreaded yellow hell-ball.

Well, at least I don't have to endure any more of this torture. I thought to myself.

Wrong. Please cue buzzer.

Right as I was walking off the court I got smacked in the ass by the hell-ball and landed very ungracefully on the hard court.

Okay, hopefully this day passes normally in the context that no one talks to me. Because the next person to speak to me will be strangled with their own legs.

"Oh, good one Hirotomi." Laughed the princess of the popular girls, Aya Yuuriko,"Too bad you didn't have anything to break your fall!" The princess' servants joined in the laughter.

Okay, that hurt. Couldn't one day go by without someone insulting my non-existent behind?

Self-esteem sucking little...

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Since I was the first person hit, I got to go to the locker room first. Which was definetely a good thing, because the popular girls usually used up all the hot water taking their showers.

I turned the shower knob, undressed and stepped in ,making sure to keep one eye on my clothes so as not to repeat the little clothes swiping incident of last semester.

After I finished my shower and put my clothes back on, I turned the shower knob to stop the water -Yes, I had left it on while getting dressed, what of it?- and it fell off.

"Oh joy..." I mumbled to myself as I stepped into the shower stall and bent over to pick it up.

"Stupid school, spending all its funds on a pay raise for the principal and nothing on repairing the-"

A flash of white light blinded me momentarily.

After a few moments of what I can only think to call unconciousness, I heard voices.

"This is her right Nao?"

"Looks like her. But we can't be sure."

"Is she's not her can I keep her ?"

"Jinto you're such a stupid pervert."

I opened my eyes and saw three winged boys standing over me. My first intention was to scream.

And I did.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHERE AM I ?!"

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Who the hell are they and where is she?

Find out in the next exciting chapter of:

Tsubasa-Hime !

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Translation:

Manga and Anime: If you don't know what they are you seriously need to be browsing another section. But anime is japanese animation, and manga is japanese comic books.

Tsubasa-Hime: Okay, now for the title. Tsubasa means eing/wings. Hime is an honorific meaning princess. So basically, Princess Wings.

Honorifics: Do you read manga? Sigh Okay, I'm not gonna repeat this so listen up, an honorific is a title generally placed after ones name (Although I can't think of any instances in which an honorific is placed before ones name, I'm sure they exist) Here's the basic list:

-San: a unisex honorific generally used to infer respect. It has basically the same meaning of our miss, mister, mrs., etc.

-Kun: Generally used toward boys who are your friends or you are close to, also used to adress people who are younger than you.

-Chan: A friendly honorific generally used for girls and young children, though I'm sure it could be applied to boys too.

-Nee: Older sister, there is also a non honorific version, but it has an honoric attached, Onee-Chan, Nee-Chan, Onee-san,and Nee-san, onee-sama, etc.

-Nii: Older brother, Onii-Chan, Nii-Chan, Onii-San, Nii-San, onii-sama, etc.

-Sensei: A teacher or a master of a craft, like a manga-ka (Don't ask me to explain.) can be called,"-Sensei.".Sensei isn't just an honorific, you could simply call said teacher or master of craft,"Sensei", and leave out their name.

-Sama: Honorific used to confer great respect, which a similar meaning to "-dono". Typically translates to "Lord" or "master", so one can assume it can be used by a servant in terms of their master.

Phew.

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Until next time!

-Ren-Chan